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• Sarah and I met Ric when we were walking to the markets. He had some fish food that he asked us to give to Jones’, so Sarah and I walked out to Home Rule with Malarchy. We decided to have a stay over at Jones’. We all walked back up here and got our stuff and went out to Home Rule. We played Pictionary. We didn’t get to sleep until after 4 Am. Shan and I more like 5 Am. At 3-4ish in the morning the power died and Shan and I walked up to the turbine and twiddled the needle valve thing and made it work again.